Chameleon: An Interactive ExplorationPart VI -- Reminiscing Anecdotally
-- Clarence Shepard Day, Jr., once-reknowned author, poet, artist, and outspoken supporter of women's rights
"My love for you is like the ocean: vast, volatile, and potentially deadly."
"The time to be happy is now. The place to be happy is here. The way to be happy is to make others so."
"For you shall go out in joy/ and be led back in peace./ the mountains and hills before you/ shall burst into song./ and all the trees of the field shall/ clap their hands."
"In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you."
I, A Woman
Prelude (Abbreviated Synopsis of the Synopsis of Technology and Me) -- Strophe -- Growing Up Rich (To The Manner/Manor Born) -- Manhattan! -- Music and Hippiedom -- Settling Down and Yuppiedom -- Technology and Careerism -- Wilderness Basics (Beasts and Heathens Part 1) -- Art and the Internet (Beasts and Heathens) -- Epic Coitus Interruptus -- Town/Community Life -- Frivolities -- Beasts and Heathens (Finale) -- Recoveries -- Reprise -- Joie Plaisir Eibr -- NOW (New Original Word)
On request at the outset of this Chameleon Project, "Josh" -- Hank-- agreed to participate in providing indispensible assistance in reminiscence and readability, presentation format and structural functionality, emphasizing the the three golden "H"s of humor, humanity and honesty throughout by detail and overall. It was a usually interesting and inventively adventurous romp through our decades here, being nearly the same age, and a way to share and reexperience them together with a necessarily altered jointly mutual perspective. It would be unfairly disingenuous to impart that we haven't conflicted in viewpoints and values, dynamically and fecundly, throughout that learning and creating process. -- jH, 12/25/2010
Death Becomes Her: The Flowering
".... Don't let the sun go down on me/ Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see/ I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free/ But losing everything is like the sun going down on me...."
Theorums and analyses of the holocaust, fascist defeat, and rehabilitation
What if you sent your only beloved Child into the world and allowed/watched your cherished and obedient Son tortured and killed to guide and save the Earth's citizens, who instead relentlessly corrupted the Word, pandered it for money, exploited it through distortion, mass murdered and stigmatized the ones you chose ("The Chosen People") as the Child's spiritual, educational and physical parents and community as being the best and most reliable, and that all despite interventional miracles over the ages, the sending existence of saints and angels, to prove again your goodness, mercy, the glory of your Child, and the love that represents for all your other wayward children? God may just turn His back on this world and concentrate on others. It's an infinite universe. He doesn't have to try to save this one. We should entreat his pity and assistance in healing ourselves, country and world and beg Him to stay as we try to correct our ways for the sake of children, future generations, Earth and its atmosphere. And we need to find, be and become moral leaders, tested and proven, of intellect, knowledge, talent and determination to lead the way in right directions for ourselves and everyone, everything that consists of the world.
Most men are born with a fatal flaw which is successfully exploited by advertising, religion, even politics, and evil women. Men try to blame and secret, punish and destroy women over their own inability to control their desires and their refusal to take responsibility for their own feelings and actions. It's happened throughout the ages and does right now all over the world. But denial of reality doesn't change anything at all. Valley men, in particular, have not proven themselves to be moral authorities in any way at all, just totally defined and defiled themselves, their families, country and world by lawless behaviors and wrong, sick attitudes. Nothing proves more thoroughly how superior free, actualized women really are in every way and how totally inferior white Gentile men (and women) can be and frequently are, particulary when allowed to behave without love or law. There's a reason our forebearers wrote the Declaration of Independence and Constitution the way they did. They weren't idiots about human nature, or philosophy or law. It takes a pathetic kind of self-defeating bravado to ignore their precepts for so many years and go off arrogantly and blindly in wrong, and very obviously illegal and inhumane, directions. To say nothing of ignoring the true teachings of Jesus, all the saints and prophets and kings and queens in the Bible, and leaders like Buddha and Muhammed of other reknowned and relatively ancient religions throughout the eons of spiritual quest and enlightenment. "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself" is an admonishment from both the Old and New Testaments, tried and true as a basis of legality and justice, emotive action and reaction. Would anyone -- and their families and friends -- in the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia, like to live through what I, and others associated with me -- especially here in Tennessee (the glorious Mountain Empire) to a somewhat lesser extent and degree, but elsewhere too -- have at their very obviously over-reachingly criminal and meaningfully lethal hands? If so, then I will pray it for all of them and their children.
The nation was created by non-conformists -- people who thought "outside the box" in reaction to monarchy and British rule. They also lived and acted somewhat communally, in concert, with civil room for the expression of differing opinions, insights, philosophies, beliefs and lifestyles. For instance, Washington and Jefferson were slave-holders. Paine and Franklin independent businessmen. Washington had a military background and mindset. Jefferson and Franklin were inventors. All were writers, but most particularly Paine. They worked together with their each unique views and cap/abilities and talents to create a new world, a new nation -- a very extraordinary and awesome undertaking and achievement. The ideas and concepts were revolutionary in their time -- "against the grain" of feudalism and aristocracy, family privilege by name and station and occupation. Of course, the country then was very small in population with a vast wilderness to conquer and "tame" -- clear, cultivate and build upon -- and large land holdings were pretty common. A lot of room and physical isolation and so dependent on individual character and strength. Now we are most often overcrowded, and our "land explorers" are housing and mall developers to accommodate the ever-increasing population by nature and immigration, as smaller family farms become the province of weedeaters and suburban mansions that nearly touch each other so small is their foothold sometimes on the ground and in this new world. Now physically closer, and more criminal, people have put their trust in institutions over home safes and mattresses, so the banking industries have abounded. And all the other service industries -- grocery stores as people become less and less self-sufficient; other supplies, most particularly for building; clothing and furnishings as people very seldom have the time or expertise to make their own anymore.
The arts matter, although they're threatening to automaton systems that depend on unquestioning, conforming behaviors, attitudes and mind constructions for control and profit, putting people into boxes and stereotyping them. It is easier on people's minds than getting to know real individuals, all different and unique. Lumping people together physically and mentally makes them seemingly easier to deal with and control. We need to ask ourselves if we really believe in freedom any more or, like the "Cultural Revolution," a misnomer, in China, we just want conforming, deadening behaviors from the billions for purposes of "order" and "harmony" misconceived. But civilizations move forward and flourish by positive and constructive scientific, socio-political, artistic, spiritual, behavioral and conceptual innovation, "thinking outside the box" of traditional understanding, materiality and structure. Otherwise, we have stagnation and decline. The arts help to open and expand minds in new directions, conformations and insights. They are also important and proven as healing therapies for creator/participants and viewers alike. A safe artistic environment allows exploration and growth, and rewards it materially, at least to liveable levels, for the sake of progress and expansion of nations and civilizations. The Renaissance is a good example. The purpose of Fair Competitive Practices law, of course, is to assure that the most outstanding products and services rise to the top as capitalist economic theory intends in the best interests of markets, nations and populace in creating and extending a great, growing civilization of healthy commerce and expression. And the goal of Civil Rights law is to make sure that the best students, entrepreneurs, employees, administrators, politicians and teachers succeed regardless of race, ethnicity, background or creed for the good of all ("the greater good").
Personally, fission from the force of unnatural behaviors and negative occurrences led hydrogen and carbon atoms comprising my body to become unstable radioactive isotopes of hydrogen and carbon. A lack of brain cell and synaptic stimulation caused their numbness and electrical faintness. Consequent to extended and extensive, belligerant and unrelenting mental and physical attack and distortion, blockage and redundancy developed. Amperage and voltage surges and disconnections from analog fields left perceived images untranslated by knowledge and linguistics, if not totally undocked and lost permanently. Finally, inactivity and rote recitation led to mortality. Psychological maggots began to feed and grow in dead and rotting organic material as the undifferentiated bodily muck crawled and collapsed toward total failure to survive and thrive.
Transported by friendly, positive energies back into a healthy environment, self-directed and divinely instructed atoms reconfigured and stabilized, generating new cells and synapases from envigorating, energizing and exciting input and activity, growing and building exponentially into a similar, but somewhat different organizational entity from remaining dormant memory and experience, learning and reflection, constructive interaction and inspired creativity, imaginative originality and fantastic abilities intrinsic and shared, exercise and reconstruction of personal space, physical and mental, into something loveable and liveable, interesting and enticing, a rich smorgasbord of sensory delight and possibility.
Dozens for my nubile friends
All that is in stark contrast to the deadly labyrinth of distortion, dissension and despair where I'd been wedged without hope, help or mercy by criminal devils high and low, armed and dangerous, unfettered and unprovoked. Naked aggression and self-inflicted wounds. Misery and crying. Terrifying. Converting and trying. Lying and dying. Led and dead. Died, suicide. Just a black hole. Mystifying. Stumbling and grumbling. Praying and delaying. Unenviable and unalluring. Dismal and small. Cursing and calumny. Undeniable and unspeakable. Harm and alarm. You aren't supposed to do things like that to living, breathing people. A tooth for a tooth. You set me loose. I'm over it. You're just sh-t. Have a fit. It's a comedy skit. I don't care. I'm not there. Undeniable and decriable. Indescribable. Love forever. You should never exist anywhere. And I don't scare that easy. Here it's breezy. You're still sleazy.
How the debits and credits balance each other out to nothing. The concept of zero. Villains and heroes. Dizzy. In a tizzy. What's killed is killed. There is no second coming. And all your running makes no difference at all. It's The Fall permanently. How will you account for it? Because Judgement Day is coming. Judgement is here. Watch God and the angels sneer. You thought you knew me. Believed you'd screw me. But I'm free now to pick and choose who will be my company. And that's how it should be. In this country. It's name is America. The United States of America. Home of the brave. Not the slave. And the free. Not tyranny. I'm so proud and glad to say I'm a resident citizen of the U. S. of A. Perhaps you might want to emulate it. 'Cause what you've got ain't worth spit.
If I die from predations at least it will be under auspices of the Mountain Empire and United Nations which terms what you did to my property and me, and others, crimes against humanity. We all have to answer to Divinity in the end. So, what did you do to a neighbor, a friend? And where will St. Peter send you? Money's just worth something for a little while, but it won't buy nothin' on the other side. All your deeds will gitcha is a fancy settee in Hell if they'll letcha.
Twenty-three books on-line and for hardcover in various stages from conceptualization to completion (13 written, or nearly; 2 partially complete; 2 somewhat started; 5 conceptualizations) and seven chapbooks
He's The OneGod works in mysterious ways. I've become over the years very comfortable with Divinity having spent a lot of time exclusively in that company. We don't always agree, although I do relate information and follow instructions faithfully. As a consequence of a deputy sheriff's neglect of his duty to serve citizen homeowners and their property, and subsequent legal irregularities, I moved over ten years ago to the Mountain Empire, a much more open, friendly, enriching and energizing, supportive environment for me in every way and got to know so many extraordinary people, places and events I'd never have experienced otherwise, because I would have stayed where I was in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley, as intended and foreseen, until I died. Although I expect many people will find the following difficult or impossible to believe and accept, God sent messages, including vision and voice and most particularly "Cycling" and "Politics" and later "In God We Trust" through me in extreme illness and disability that I have followed, interpreted, written down and disseminated as well as I've been able within the parameters of technology and art, language and graphics, and energy.
Shortly after moving back to Jonesborough TN, I yelled at God, shaking my fist metaphorically as the leader of the local Eckankar group suggested with good humor, "WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO 'DELIVER ME FROM EVIL'???" and God answered, "I got you here, didn't I?" Much later when I asked, "Why me? (I have a life and website basically dedicated to your existence, name and glory, etc.)" about barely surviving multitudinous extremely painful and uncomfortable events and experiences over so many years, God said, "Because so many people loved you." Being a sometimes uppity, grumpy and recalcitrant servant of the light, I answered, "Thanks a lot. I guess I'll get over it all in about a million years or so." In between those times, God told me to "rule the light and the darkness," an instruction I didn't understand very well and to which I responded by releasing nearly all of my writing that had been held privately up until that time. There isn't much a person can do about what they learn and perceive and know but tell it and let whoever chooses to listen and comprehend act upon their apprehension and knowledge.
The reason I know that Hank's the one for me is that I have no command or ability with language, including poetry, or graphics even, to express and communicate the profoundest to funniest truths without his lovingly insistent input and sometimes patient and wide-ranging companionship and company, which is sexual, sensual, sensory, sensitive and sensible, as well as stupendous. And healing. It sizzles.
Le monde sans la fin. World without end.
"My country, 'tis of thee,/ Sweet land of liberty,/ Of thee I sing...."Return to top
-- Lydia M. Child (1802-1880), abolishionist, activitist, novelist, journalist, and poet who wrote extensively on justice issues for Native Americans, African Americans, and women
"Our life is frittered away by detail.... Simplify, simplify."
Meditations/prayers from Silent Unity's 2008 On Sacred Ground calendar:
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